Thraxin rips off a small piece of the chicken and gives it to the cat then shrugs at Nathon, "Am I the only one that got paid for that last job" The tiefling chuckles for a moment then realizing his food was in danger from freeloaders he starts scarfing down his food. Glancing at the two freeloaders between bites.
Tarasi says "I should get something to eat. I'll head back downstairs and join the rest."
She gets down in time to watch Buster's antics.
[b}"Buster! Stop that. People will think I don't feed you."[/b]
She sits with Thraxin and, when the server comes over,orders chicken as well. "And, please, cut some for my cat, as well."
She turns to Thraxin. "I apologize for my friend. He likes to make people think he's starving. It's a cat thing, I think."
Barmaid:
"Another order of chicken."
upon seeing buster
"awe, who is this cute little kitty..." as she proceeds to scratch him behind the ears."I'll give you some spare chicken bits..."
In response to Ezekiel's question Darian says, I think he said "Pact Hall" not Pack Hall. Turning to the lady who brought them here (assuming she's still there) he asks, Do you know what he's talking about?
"A while after accepting some gifts from the Chels, he allowed the building of a shine building to the prince of darkness, and it's run by Shiyara it's priestess and High Mediator.
I've heard some of those that seek council in that place sign something."
Simon comes stalking in after Tarasi and sits down at the table with everyone.
"Do you have rice?" he asks. "If not, some white bread and porridge. No sugar, no butter. And another cup of green tea. No sugar, no cream, no lemon."
Barmaid:
"Sorry we don't have rice?... So one order of bread and porridge, with some green tea."
"Porridge and bread?? You need meat my friend! Build up your next strength cause you never know when you will happen upon your next job! HAHA, lass can I get a bowl of stew and another ale." Thraxin rants on.
Barmaid:
"Sure thing."
"Two of the stew please," Nathon drops a handful of silver unto the table and slides it toward Thraxin as his contribution toward the bill.
"What I need, is not to set my stomach churning," Simon grunts. "Again. I'm no good to anyone rolling on the floor in agony for days at a time."
Once the food arrives, Simon stabs at it and eats it with a kind of resigned dislike.
"Must clean this place of dirt ...
and of the sins and evil ...
Must clean the place for his return..."
"He's been like this for a LONG time, though a moment a ago he was at his clearest in thought."
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Nodding to the woman Ezekial excuses himself. Well I am pleased to have been of service in escorting you here and wish you will in your attempt to nursemaid the old priest. I had hoped he might have proved more lucid and, well, and resourceful. This city has many problems that I for one would like to see something done about, but this man appears to not be in a position to help.
With this Ezekial turns to Darian and says Time to go.
Nathon gnaws the last of the chicken from the bone. He smiles and nods happily to Thraxin. "That was a really good idea."
Then he looks at Simon. "You're right. That sounds bad."
Shifting smoothly to Tarasi the ranger's eyes sparkle briefly. He asks, "What do you think of our singer? Is that technique or is there magic in the air tonight?"
Thraxin lifts his mug to Simon, "I gotcha, and don't worry I will build up your tolerance even if it kills yah!" He chuckles after his joke and takes a big swig. Then responds to Nathon, "Technique, cause magic can't hit notes with that kind of passion. Though me and her might have some magic between us." After that comment he gives a wink in the direction of the singing barmaid.
Darian looks at the old priest with sympathy and says, I guess your right.
Turning he leaves the temple.
Thraxin lifts his mug to Simon, "I gotcha, and don't worry I will build up your tolerance even if it kills yah!" He chuckles after his joke and takes a big swig. Then responds to Nathon, "Technique, cause magic can't hit notes with that kind of passion. Though me and her might have some magic between us." After that comment he gives a wink in the direction of the singing barmaid.
Nathon smiles fraternally, "You spoke first, so the field is yours as far as I'm concerned. Her other devotees may have something to say about your place in the pecking order though." The chicken bone sweeps around to indicate the enthralled horde of fans.
Let's take a look around town first, see what there is to see.
Darian walks down towards the Keep and find a dog yard.
Crouched in the shadows of the tall northern wall of the keep
proper, a humble shack occupies one corner of an open yard
surrounded by a crooked iron fence. A row of doghouses lines the
western side of the yard, while kennels occupy the space along the
fence opposite them. Several mastiffs wearing spiked iron collars
roam the yard, masters of their small patch of land, while younger
ones pace back and forth within the confines of the kennels. A sign
fastened to the gate in the southern portion of the fence reads,
“Shenk’s Dog Yard.”
At the sight of the dogs Darian brightens, moving over to the fence he crouches down and calls out to them, not so much in words, but in gestures to bring them over to them.
Wild Empathy:
The mastiff approach cautiously and alert, and look like they are judging you.
Darian extends a hand between the bars for them to sniff, assuming they don't bite him, he starts scratching them behind their ears and on the front of their chests.
Wild Empathy:
The mastiffs approach each wanting a sniff and a rub.
Each enjoying the attention and affection.
Back at the bar you hear the crowd shouting for an encore to Tina's singing.
Nathon whistles and joins the applause. While he claps, he looks around for any sign of the missing two.
"Sounds like you guys can't get enough, of my singing.
I'll sing one more song for tonight folks.
Then I have to get back to serving your drinks"
"SING ON MY SIREN!!" Thraxin cheers on, spitting out a quarter the food from his mouth.
Rhasper:
"I think everyone here is in agreement Master Trx."
Darian continues to pet and vigorously scratch the mastiffs, Whooo's a good pair of doggies? Yess you are, yess you are.
Darian turns and points across the street to the Conquerer's Blade, It's not like they'll have to look far for us, if you want you can tell them where we are, I'll probably be awhile. with that Darian stands up and enters the yard.
Tweiford Shenk
A man approaches Darian
"I would not enter the yard, As I've trained them to attack those that enter the yard.
Yet you've managed to get them to be that friendly so quick.
You really must have a way with dogs and other animals."
Simon looks at Tina, measuring her up with his eyes. Then he speaks:
"Do you know Ishuna Chaza*?"
"Fine," Simon says, rising from his chair. He drags a chair onto the stage, plucking a small harp from his pack. "Do it non-verbal. Keep up."
The dour, white-haired man sits down on the chair he just brought up and puts his fingers to the strings. Soon, a sad, stately melody starts to fill the common room's air...
Darian grins at the man, My mother always said raising me and my brothers and sisters, was like raising a pack of wild dogs. he offers the man a hand, Darian Furkin he introduces himself.
"SING ON MY SIREN!!" Thraxin cheers on, spitting out a quarter the food from his mouth.
"That's a good line, but next time deliver it without fusillade." Nathon grins.
When Simon gets up to accompany Tina, Nathon cocks an eyebrow. One of our silent killers is a minstrel too? Interesting. He waits quietly to see what the duet produces.
Tweiford accepts Darian's offered hand
"I'm Tweiford Shenk, I raise and train these lovelys,
Mostly as guard dogs."
After shaking his hand, Darian gets down on 1 knee and runs his hands over 1 of the mastiffs, Beautiful animals, do you do all the work by yourself? Darian asks admiringly.
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